,,~/†§@@## ##@@§†/~,,
,,,,,/§@@@ @@@§/,,,,,
,,~/†§@@## ##@@§†/~,,
,,,,~~††§@ @§††~~,,,,
,,~†§@@@## ##@@@§†~,,
,,,,,~/†§@ @§†/~,,,,,
,,,~/††§@@ now, usually i feel good (maybe?), but @@§††/~,,,
,,~/§@@@## this time of confusion also leads to ##@@@§/~,,
,,~/†§@@@# all analyzes ending in "useless" - i #@@@§†/~,,
,,,,,~/§@@ was being bothered by something in a @@§/~,,,,,
,,~//††@@@ song or movie or book, so i think, how @@@††//~,,
,,~/†§@@## would i have done it, what is the ##@@§†/~,,
,,~/†§@@@# purpose of this process, what does it #@@@§†/~,,
,,,,,,~†@@ consist of...? and through the process @@†~,,,,,,
,,~/†§@@@# more and more pieces falls off until #@@@§†/~,,
,,~/†§@@@# i'm standing there with nothing. #@@@§†/~,,
,,~/†§@@@@ @@@@§†/~,,
,,~/†§@@@# reductionist hell - #@@@§†/~,,
,,,,,,~/§@ i wan't a bottom floor, a concept @§/~,,,,,,
,,~~~~/§§@ bedrock, but the deeper i go the more @§§/~~~~,,
,,~†§@@@## abstract they are, the things, until ##@@@§†~,,
,,,,,,~/§@ they cease to be things at all @§/~,,,,,,
,,,,,,~†@@ @@†~,,,,,,
,,~/†§@@@# are we just stacked triangles? there is #@@@§†/~,,
,,,,~††§@@ nothing i can do with triangles. they @@§††~,,,,
,,~/†§@@## can not shelter me in any meaningful ##@@§†/~,,
,,,,~~~~†@ sense. @†~~~~,,,,
,,,,,~††@@ @@††~,,,,,
,,~/////†@ and when i can't even anchor myself, @†/////~,,
,,,,,~††@@ when i am nothing but the question, it @@††~,,,,,
,,~/†§@@## feels like it can all slip through my ##@@§†/~,,
,,~/†§@@@# fingers... "whoops", and nothing ever #@@@§†/~,,
,,~/†§@@## was after that. ##@@§†/~,,
,,,,,,//§@ @§//,,,,,,
,,~/†§§§@@ @@§§§†/~,,
,,~/††§§§@ @§§§††/~,,
,,,,,~//§@ @§//~,,,,,
,,~~//§§§@ @§§§//~~,,